13 years old, wondering what to become
Certain ideas manifesting themselves in my mind
Dreams of a rockstar spreading through my head
Or the moon? Maybe im heading that way
Thoughts of acting, writing, maybe rhyming threading around my desires
But by the time im 20, the dreams are but a distant memory
Shadowed over by drink, women, parties, and maturing
The 13 year old being forgotten and tossed aside
I act stupid, make mistakes misbegotten and actions more primitive then his
The fantasies of before lying dormant, seeming more like a delusion
So at 31 i start to wonder, where did they go?
What barstool did i drop them under? Or did they slip into the bottom of a bottle
I think of where im at and who i am
My life and how far ive come
Somewhere along the way my path was lost
It becomes clear that a forgotten dream can become resentful
And thats when it becomes a nightmare